Now I have a bigger job set before me. Teaching these guys everything I know. Hoping that they enjoy life as much as I do. Wondering if they will have as many good memories of childhood summers as I do, even if I did throw a whole batch of baked cookies at my brothers or chase them around with utensils.
Summers were fun.
Summers are fun.
We ran some errands this morning. What makes a two year old think that he can run all over the store all by himself? I now understand those monkey leash backpack thingys.
Man-o-man was I about to pull my hair out. And then of course, when I was trying to throw things like toilet paper in the cart and do the whisper-yell to my hooligans I ran into people from church, who know us, but not well and don’t have any kids. And they smiled and I smiled. And we made small talk as they sipped their Starbucks and said they took the morning off to just be together and I thought “What a lovely thing to do. Wish we could do that.” I of course said, "We needed staple items like TP," and they chuckled. As the couple was meandering off they said, “Keep up the good work.” And I smiled some more because we go to a church of real people who understand that life is not perfect and two rowdy boys were having the time of their life running around Target.
So much so that right now they are sleeping. In the middle of the day. Both of them.
Thank you Lord.
And when they wake up we are putting on swim suits and heading off to swim lessons.
So here’s to a great summer of too many screaming kids in Target.
And of course, naps.